Chapter 5

Yet, in the end, Graham still grabbed his coat and hurried out of the house without a single decent word of explanation.

I knew exactly what he was heading into: a woman spiraling out of control from jealousy and insecurity.

Calming her down would take ten times the energy he usually spent.

As for my beef Wellington? It was rich, decadent, and loaded with purines. It was pure indulgence, and pure poison for a man in his state.

I wondered what that heavy, high-cholesterol meal would do to him while his emotions were frayed, his blood pressure was spiking, and…